On Thursday night,
Nathan and I ended up in my room.  We
were supposed to be studying, but the moment my door shut I pounced.  I flung my arms around his neck and
practically crawled up his body.  I
couldn’t help it. I wanted him.  In that
moment it overruled the fear and the voice telling me to run, to push him away,
and to end this thing before I got hurt.


Nathan’s
lips were on mine